quitter

i quit


out of the real world, to a happy day.


letting myself down has never gotten any easier. its the new trend here in my town. my town being the one down down down under your feet, where you step and not hear a sound. it is cold and the ground is hard like rock. a constant ring of silent cries comes up from the dirt, through your ear and leaves through the other like a passing wind unnoticed. i stand, with my mouth wide open, my arms stretched out, waiting for the time to leave. i sit, alone with nothing to do, but tear down the dead trees. i cant bear to look at them, they symbolize my lunacy. i break and break cuz i love the sound. its the only sound i hear. snapping and snapping and snapping until i cannot snap anymore. i can leave the broken tree branches, in a pile by my front door. i can leave the cold hard ground that i love to call my floor. the time i do not know but i know that it is time. the exact time for my death and the end of this fucking town. i dont know what the future holds but lets just say i do not worry, cuz i'm not nervous. i dont care, cuz i cant care.

wont you kiss my cheek?